All language subtitles for 36 - Wagon To Fort Anderson

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Just a minute, Mr. Hill. I'll make you a new pot.

Oh, no, thanks, Charlie.

I've had more than my quota for today anyway.

Coffee, like other small things in a man's life,

can get to be a habit.

You expecting trouble, Bill?

He'll get in trouble if he makes it past

them biscuits I just made.

You know, Chris McCullough was supposed to meet us here yesterday.

I'd like him to be late.

Well, maybe he stopped over at Fort Anderson.

That's what I was figuring. I thought maybe I could ride up there.

If he's not back by the night,

we'll all go into Fort Anderson.

You planning on going somewhere, Duke?

I'm always thinking of riding out a little ways.

Looking for Flint?

Well, Mr. Hill, my grandpa used to say,

uh, if a fellow's in trouble,

two heads are better than one.

I think your interpretation's wrong, Duke.

What he meant was when a man's in trouble,

joining him only compounds the misery.

Flint can take care of himself.

You'd better give Bill a hand with the wagons.

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It could have happened yesterday.

Maybe just before sundown.

But for a moment, my mind played tricks.

Sometimes I looked around,

I could hear like distant echoes,

the sounds of battle.

But it was quiet now.

Sort of an empty sound.

The Comanches had gone and only the dead remained.

And the dead make no sound.

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Your folks, ma'am?

You all right, miss?

Hey!

I didn't mean to frighten...

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute, mister.

You're wasting your breath.

She can't hear you.

She's a deaf mute.

We found her and her sister wandering around here this morning.

Who's we?

Me and George.

He's my half-brother, mister.

He's not much on brains, but strong as an ox.

I'm Joe Carter.

Flint McCullough.

I ride scout for a wagon train.

This wagon train?

Who is he?

He's a wagon scout.

Much more to me like a saddle tram.

You don't look like the pride of the cavalry yourself.

Where's the regiment?

No regiment.

We're part of an ammunition detail on our way to Fort Anderson.

Just George and me left and the ammunition wagon.

We got hit yesterday just before dark by a bunch of Comanches.

George and I were in the wagon. George was driving.

Lieutenant Grover and two troopers were riding alongside.

I remember Lieutenant Grover got an arrow right through the nose.

I remember Lieutenant Grover got an arrow right through the neck.

Two troopers, I don't know what happened to.

Suddenly the horses bolted.

And we outraced those savages and we lost them when it got dark.

And you weren't here when this happened?

Nah.

We got here about three hours ago.

Did all we could, McCullough.

We buried the girl's mom, Pa.

Well, there's not much that can be done here

except maybe bury the rest of these people.

Oh, well, we was fixing to leave, McCullough.

Say, you being a wagon scout,

you probably know how to go through those mountains.

That's not the way to Fort Anderson.

Well, that's the way we're going.

Those Indians are on the warpath.

We plan to take a slight little detour.

Did you run into trouble?

Yeah, a couple of scouts. I got one of them.

Don't know about the other.

It's probably part of that patrol that hit us yesterday.

Maybe they're following you.

Might be.

George, you better get the wagon. We better get moving out of here.

You, uh, planning on taking these girls with you?

Why?

Because that's not the way to Fort Anderson.

You fellas want to risk your necks, that's your business.

But the girls come with me.

And so does that ammunition wagon.

You can't do that, McCullough.

The Comanches took every horse before they left here.

And they left us with the ammunition wagon and one team.

We're not going with you.

We're staying here with George, mister.

I don't want to take you and your sister away from him.

I want to make sure that we all get to Fort Anderson.

Safely.

Is he all right?

How do we know who you are, mister?

You say you're a wagon scout.

You could be anybody.

That's right.

But this isn't the place to stand around and argue about it.

It's a three-day run to Fort Anderson.

And if we're lucky, we'll all get there together.

And I mean all five of us.

Well, as long as you put it that way, we'll go along.

I was only thinking of the girls, McCullough.

I thought you would be.

George, get the girls settled in the wagon.

Bay wants to take our things from our wagon.

It's all we have left in the world, George.

Well, I guess it'd be all right.

Joe?

Hurry it up, though.

Remember, there's not much room in the wagon.

You let them get their own stuff.

We've got some unfinished business here.

It's going to get three shovels to get us out of here.

I don't want to get in trouble.

I don't want to get in trouble.

I don't want to get in trouble.

I don't want to get in trouble.

I don't want to get in trouble.

It's going to get three shovels to get it done.

Do like Mr. McCullough says, George.

Still there's grave.

No identification on this one either?

No.

The Indians must have taken everything.

Horses, yeah.

Maybe even bright-colored rags, shawls,

even doodads to take back to their squads.

Indians have no use for our money.

Fifteen unmarked graves.

Waste of time.

That's what it was.

They're no better off now than they were before.

You ever hear of Christian duty?

I sure have, mister.

Ain't seen much of it.

Ain't nobody going to help anybody in this world

unless they want to get something out of it.

Somebody do you a bad turn once?

Bad or good, it all amounts to one thing.

You've got to get what you can grab out of this world.

Or what you deserve.

We're ready.

Got our things over by the wagon.

Today's fixing dinner.

You're awfully strong, aren't you?

Bet you could have been a gladiator too,

if you wanted.

Just like those in my history book.

A what?

Gladiator.

He was a fighter in Rome.

Ancient history.

Oh.

I like Roman history, don't you?

My favorite hero's a Roman.

He saved the whole city of Rome all by himself.

Stopped an army from crossing over the bridge

and sacking the city.

There's a picture of him in my history book.

You look just like him.

Me?

I look like him?

Don't you know better than that?

You can see the smoke for 15 miles.

Not enough trouble around here.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to...

I don't mean to frighten you.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

I...

I won't hurt you.

You're a very...

You're a very pretty girl.

Faye doesn't trust you.

You shouldn't have yelled at her like that.

Tell her I'm sorry that I yelled at her.

I don't...

I didn't mean to frighten her.

I don't...

I don't usually yell at girls.

Faye says it's all right about the yelling.

She says thank you.

For what?

I don't know.

Something you said to her before I got here, I think.

I thought you couldn't hear.

Oh, she can't.

But Faye can read lips.

She understands most anything I say to her.

Ma was a school teacher back in Scranton, Pennsylvania.

She taught Faye how to read and write

and to make out what people are saying

by the way they move their lips.

Ma said that someday Faye might even learn to talk.

You, uh...

You got close relatives in Pennsylvania?

Close...

Close kin?

No.

But Aunt Louise lives in California.

A place called Sacramento.

We were going there.

I'll get you to Sacramento.

You tell your sister, I'll get you to Sacramento.

What is she trying to say?

Faye wants to know why you put out the fire.

Tell...

The smoke can be seen for 50 miles.

It's dangerous.

From now on, no fire.

Cook on the run.

Maybe eat our food cold if we have to.

I'm sorry that I frightened you.

Well, I don't know about the rest of you,

but I'm hungry and that stew sure smells good.

Well, there's no sense wasting it.

I said there's no sense wasting it.

I'm hungry.

Stone brood?

Yeah.

I have to ride in pretty easy.

At least for a while.

I was an apprentice to a blacksmith,

always liked working with horses.

Trade?

I ain't got any trade, Mr. McCullough.

You like blacksmithing?

Sure.

Better than the army?

Then why not be a blacksmith?

Well, it's Joe.

He's smart. He said I was wasting my time blacksmithing.

Ready to roll, McCullough.

We got the gear up front behind the gun.

What gun?

The one we're hauling from Fort Anderson.

That's a quick-firing Gatling gun.

First one I've seen.

We could dump it right here, McCullough.

Dump it?

I'd hate to see the Comanches get a hold of that.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

We'll take it with us.

How long are we going to be camped here, Mr. Hale?

I got a little information.

Get the wagon settled, Bill.

I'm going in to see the post commander.

I'd like to ride with you, Chris.

All right.

Now, Doggone, I'll have to do his work, too.

Well, get Duke to give you a hand.

Yeah.

While I'm in there, I'll get you some coffee from the settler's store.

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

I got plenty of coffee in the wagon.

I don't need coffee.

Is that what we've been drinking?

Yeah.

Well, I'll get you some.

I'll get you some.

I'll get you some.

I'll get you some.

I'll get you some.

I'll get you some.

I'll get you some.

I don't drink coffee.

Is that what we've been drinking?

Yeah.

What did you think it was?

I really didn't know.

Mr. McCullough.

Whoa.

Whoa.

They're fine horses, but they're going to need a breather.

All right, you can rest them here.

I'll ride on ahead and see if I can find a place for us

to camp tonight.

Oh, and don't let the girls wander away from the wagon.

And keep your eyes peeled.

It's going to be dark soon.

Oh, what's she saying?

If they want snow, we can go to the pool and wash up.

What pool?

Down there.

We saw it as we crossed.

Well, I don't know.

Mr. McCullough said.

Let him go, George.

It won't do any harm.

She's only a deaf mule, George.

He should be back by now if he's coming back.

You don't think so?

Could be.

He thought he could make it easier alone.

He's been gone almost an hour.

Mr. McCullough.

Pete, here.

Mr. McCullough.

Mickey?

However, your dad might want this bad guy to kill himself

in the local dancing field for a good event.

He's been sitting here all night.

We'll get him.

We got whoever it is.

We already got him.

What if he's back already?

You wouldn't understand.

Mr. McCullough, he wouldn't leave Miss Fay in Sioux.

Wouldn't he?

When will you learn, George, that in this world,

everybody has to look out for themselves first?

We ain't going to wait.

We don't need McCullough, and we ain't going to Fort Anderson.

We're going to go over those mountains to the mining camps.

Heard a lot of talk in the barracks.

Folks, no better than you and me are getting rich.

All we need is a pick and a shovel.

We can ditch these clothes and pick up

civilian clothes on the way.

Joe!

What do you want to do?

You want to go back in the army?

You know, belly and beans, $13 a month,

taking orders from loudmouth sergeants,

doing stable duty.

At least we had enough to eat.

We had a place to sleep.

It was a lot more than we had in St. Louis.

Sure was more then before we joined up.

Winter coming on, no work to be had.

The only thing left was the army then.

Well, if you like it so much, boy, you go back in, you hear?

You'll get somebody else to take care of you.

It isn't that.

Well, we signed up for four years.

Sure we did.

A piece of paper means nothing.

We're not going to get another chance staring us in the face.

Is it our fault the Comanches jumped us

and killed the lieutenant and the two troopers?

As far as the army's concerned, we're dead too.

Once we get to those mining camps, George,

our worries will be over.

Yeah, but Joe, we're going to need

some money to get started, boy.

I got money, boy.

While you was wasting your time burying that girl's folks,

I was thinking of us.

Those Indians, when they get through with the wagon train,

they don't care nothing about money.

All they want is the horses.

I went around to the wagons and I picked up almost $500.

That isn't our money.

It belongs to the people, Beckett.

Dead people have no use for money.

The girls in the wagon?

They went to wash up.

Well, I'll go get them.

Don't let it happen again.

What?

The girls, from now on they stay in the wagon

or close enough to keep your eyes on them.

Why? What's all the fuss about, McCullough?

Smoke signals.

Off to the west.

What does that mean?

Could mean anything.

This part of us?

We'll find out tonight.

Come on, let's go.

All right, hold it up.

Yeah, you can unhitch the horses,

but be ready to move out at daybreak.

And George, take my horse with you,

but be careful of the picket line.

These horses wander off.

Tonight we're going to be in real trouble.

Should have stayed down on the flats.

It's cold up here in these rocks.

You're not going to get any warmer up there.

Why don't you give George a hand for a change?

It might take the chill off you.

I want you two to stay in the wagon tonight.

You'll be warmer in there.

Faye wants to sleep outside under the stars.

She's always been afraid of the dark.

Ma says it's because she feels lost sometimes.

All right, but stay close to the wagon.

I've seen a moon like that 100 times back home.

It means something special out here?

Some people say it means trouble.

Indians don't fight at night.

Even I know that, McCullough.

Comanches don't.

But take turn standing and watch.

I'll find a spot where we can keep our eyes

on both of them.

All right.

Come on, let's go.

I know that, McCullough.

Comanches don't.

But take turn standing and watch.

I'll find a spot where we can keep our eyes

on both the horses and the wagon,

especially the horses.

I'll take the last watch.

You settle with George, who takes the first.

I'll take the first.

George, rustle up some firewood.

What for?

Hot, hot coffee.

We'll need it if we're going to be up all night.

No coffee, no fire.

Why not?

A small fire can't be seen behind these rocks.

Even Indians can't see smoke in the dark.

He can smell it.

You're not back home.

This is Comanche country.

So if you want to stay alive tonight, soldier,

stay awake.

Haven't you ever seen a man shaved before?

Not in the dark.

Well, when you spend as much time on a horse as I do,

you have to learn to be shaved by feel.

I think I'm going to pass inspection.

You look much better.

Not like a, like what Joe called you.

Saddle trap?

Joe says you're not really a wagon scout,

and you're not leading us to Fort Anderson.

What do you think?

I don't like Joe.

I want to go to Aunt Louise in California.

Well, Sue,

I'll get you and your sister to California.

I promise you that.

I've taken that over as my personal responsibility.

All right?

And George?

If he wants to come.

Oh, I hope he wants to.

We, Faye and me, we like him.

I like you too, Mr. McCullough.

I like you too, Mr. McCullough.

Oh, I, I fixed a horse's army style on the picket line.

Where's Joe?

He, uh, he found a ledge up on the ridge back of the wagon.

Mr. McCullough,

we got a chance to make it to Fort Anderson.

Well, not tomorrow.

I found them in the cave, scared to death.

They were hunting firewood when the Indians attacked their wagons.

They found the cave, they crawled in, they hid there all night.

They ain't got nobody, Mr. McCullough.

Just nobody.

They've got you.

Me.

They like you.

What's more, they need you.

No, Mr. McCullough.

Not me, I'm, I'm nobody.

Every man's somebody, George.

All he has to do is find himself.

Why don't you give it a try?

Go ahead, give it a try.

Mr. McCullough sure knows a lot about Indians, doesn't he, Uncle George?

I'm not your uncle.

You are to me.

Makes me feel better.

Kind of warm inside, and safer.

You don't mind if I call you Uncle, do you?

Oh, no, I don't mind at all.

He's just like Daniel Boone, isn't he?

Who?

You don't know much about history, do you, Uncle George?

Well, no, I guess I don't.

Have you got a picture of that, the Roman, the one by the bridge?

Horatio?

Is that his name?

Of course. I had to study a whole long poem about him.

I'll get my history book.

That's him.

Oh, that's Horatio.

It was my pa's name.

I never did know him much.

He left home after I was born.

Oh.

Why? Did he want you?

No, I guess he didn't.

But your ma did, didn't she?

My ma died when I was two.

Don't you have anybody?

I have Joe.

He raised me, took care of me.

He's very smart.

Well, is there any more about Horatio in the book?

Lots more.

Here, you take it.

I want to sleep now.

No.

Read it.

You'll like it, too.

Good night, Uncle George.

Good night, Sue.

Good night, Ma.

Good night.

Good night, Miss Faye.

You know, I...

I...

I can't tell you how much I love you.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't, Dad.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I just...

I can't.

I mean, that I can't read.

I can't.

Get in the wagon.

Get in the wagon.

Get my Winchester and stay with her.

You were on the lights, you see anything?

I heard the horses, but I didn't see anything.

Like I said, I didn't see anything.

Something scared him.

Ain't nobody been out.

I would have seen.

I didn't see anything.

I didn't see anything.

I didn't see anything.

I didn't see anything.

He was out there in those hills.

The same Comanche who tried for the horses last night.

I didn't have to see him to know.

I could feel him.

Somewhere between us and Fort Anderson

was the main tribe.

That's why I was keeping the cover.

But I knew we'd have to leave the hills soon.

Make a break for it across the plains.

The stone brew still bothered my horse.

I had to make a break.

The stone brew still bothered my horse.

And I didn't know how much more rough going

the wagon could take.

What'd you break?

I don't know.

If we can stop for a minute, I'd like to take the wheel off

and leave it on the back trail.

And kind of hurry.

How's the axle?

Well, the spindle's bent, but she'll hold to the fort.

I told you, we're not going to the fort.

We're cutting away from McCullough and the army.

And are we going to leave them, too?

McCullough brought them along.

Let him take care of them.

How can he if we take the wagon?

It's his problem, not ours.

But, Johnny, it ain't right.

I mean, leaving them with the Indians

following us and all.

What's Wright got to do with it?

We didn't kill that girl's ma and pa.

We didn't tell McCullough to come along.

George, I'm only doing what I've always done.

Thinking what's right for us.

I know what's bothering you.

It's that girl, ain't it?

She ain't got anybody.

And she's scared.

George...

She needs me.

You?

You poor dumb fool.

She needs somebody, all right.

She'll need somebody all her life.

But it won't be you, George.

Why, you can't even take care of yourself.

Joe, I know I ain't smart.

But I can work.

Sure, you can work.

Like a plow horse for the rest of your life.

Fifty dollars a month and you keep.

Maybe that's all I want, Joe.

It's just a job.

I mean...

Well, I want to be somebody, Joe.

So that's the thing.

The thanks I get after raising you.

Scrounging around for a place to live.

Fighting for you when you were a wet-nosed kid

that nobody wanted.

You're forgetting, aren't you, George?

You remember when your ma died?

Who took care of you?

Who kept you alive?

You remember Crowder?

Cranky old Crowder?

You were 14 then, George.

Almost as big as you are now.

You remember how he used to work you?

Just like one of his own mules.

He wanted to be somebody then.

He couldn't.

I know, but not everybody is like old man Crowder, Joe.

They're all like that.

That's the way the world is.

Mean and hard.

Nobody cares about anybody.

Nobody really cares.

Nobody cares about nobody.

I'm tired of arguing with you, George.

I don't need you tagging along.

You've been a drag on me for 20 years.

Are you going to go with McCullough?

Well, the wagon isn't going to make it through the hills, Joe.

I told you, George.

Don't worry about the wagon.

If it breaks down, we'll ditch it.

I have clothes for both of us under the seat.

I got them from the wagon train yesterday.

Those folks won't be using them.

You didn't think we were going to ride

into that mining camp in these outfits, did you?

McCullough isn't going to sit by and watch us go, Joe.

There's two of us.

When I make my move,

you back me up.

Ouch!

I don't teach you to keep your big mitts out of my business.

You're near as bad as that...

What did you hear at the fort?

Company D moved in with the wounded and dead.

Anybody we know, Mr. Hale?

Well, according to the official language

of the post-commandant, Colonel Harrison,

Company D made contact yesterday

with the main body of Broken Nose's forces.

There were casualties on both sides,

and they lost contact.

The Comanches are reported heading for the Washos.

Company D is trying to relocate them.

All that means they ran in a bunch of Comanches

and both sides took a licking.

Flint's been gone five days.

He should be back by now.

He knows how to take care of himself, Charlie.

I'm afraid he'll have to, Bill.

It was just a feeling I had,

nothing I could really put a finger on,

but there was something in the air,

like the kind of humid heat

before a summer thunderstorm.

We'd come this far without running

into the main war party,

but I had a feeling our luck was running out.

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By the nine Gods he swore

that the great house of Tarquin

should suffer wrong no more.

And named a tristing day,

and bade his messengers ride forth,

east and west and south and north,

to summon his array.

Here he is at the bridge.

Say!

Joe, she doesn't know!

Shoot!

Joe, for heaven's sake!

Don't move! Don't move!

I don't mean to frighten you.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I thought I'd run into all kinds of people.

I told you.

She's not my responsibility.

You're right.

Great Eagle, go that way.

White men come back, find Signal Arrow.

White men come back, find Signal Arrow.

This is the first road we've come to

since we left the wagon train.

Where does it go?

Oh, it's the north pass.

It's the old carver road.

Doesn't look like folks have been using it much.

No, they don't.

It's shorter to take the south gap trail to Laramie.

A lot safer.

Tell me this, McCullough.

What if somebody were to take this road?

Where would it take them to?

Direct to the Wash U mining camps.

That is, if they make it through the pass.

How far is it to Fort Anderson?

15 miles.

It's going to be a long, hard run.

No cover, no protection.

Well, the wagon ain't just going to take it.

It's got to take it, George.

Pull over and we'll give it a good going over.

Now we settle with McCullough, George.

Now.

You want the girls out of the wagon?

No, we won't be here that long,

but let's check this axle real well.

The girls are getting out of the wagon anyhow, McCullough.

Huh?

George, get his rifle.

We're leaving you here, McCullough,

with the girls,

and we're taking the wagon through the pass.

You won't make it around the first bend.

You don't scare me with that engine talk

about the girls.

George, get the girls out of the wagon.

Get them out.

Get them, George.

Shoot.

Get them, George.

Get them.

It's your decision, George.

Not Joe's.

And not mine.

Every man has to make the decision sometime in his life.

You want to go with him?

It's up to you.

I ain't going, Joe.

You ain't going, George.

I brung you up.

I took care of you.

You need me, George.

No, I don't need you anymore.

Not anymore, Joe.

You never needed him, George.

Never.

He needed you.

Use it.

Let's move.

Let's go.

Time has come to use this, George.

You know how it works?

Well, I'll need help setting it up.

You got it.

You got us trapped here, McCullough.

We should have made a run for it.

We're going to die here like rats in a cage.

We're going to die here like rats in a cage.

We're going to die here like rats in a cage.

We're going to die here like rats in a cage.

We're going to die here like rats in a cage.

All right, let's go.

That Indian's all around us.

Go get your sister under the wagon.

You haven't got a chance!

I'll get the ammunition.

All right, I'll get the magazines loaded.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Get the ammunition!

They'll be back, but I think we can stop them

if that gun doesn't jam.

I'll keep these warm.

Here they come!

Let's go!

We stopped them.

You stopped them.

I'll get the coffee grinder.

Sue!

Come here, I need your help!

It was the cavalry out of Fort Anderson,

and I figured that we weren't going to have

any more trouble getting in.

You did what you gotta do.

I'm running away, ain't I?

All right, Mother, just surrender.

Everyone out.

Get them out of here!

Point them.

That's the line.

That's the line.

All right.

All right, now, Statson,

let's go to find Brother Security.

Yes, sir.